Loaded Retaliation

Loaded Retaliation C P Mandara LOADED RETALIATION By C.P. Mandara Book Six of A Dark Bully Harem Romance LOADED RETALIATION © 2023 C.P. Mandara All rights reserved under the International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in prison and a fine of $250,000. Contents Playlist Forewarned Blurb Quote Join Me? 1. Adie 2. Adie 3. Mel 4. Adie 5. Mel 6. Adie 7. Mel 8. Adie 9. Mel 10. Adie 11. Mel 12. Adie 13. Mel 14. Mel 15. Mel 16. Adie 17. Mel 18. Adie 19. James 20. James 21. Mel 22. Mel 23. Mel 24. Adrien 25. James 26. Mel 27. Mel 28. James 29. Adie Help! Thank you’s Bio Playlist 1. Word Up - Gun 2. Enemy - Imagine Dragons 3. Strip That Down - Liam Payne, Quavo 4. Hold The Girl - Rina Sawayama 5. No Regrets - Dappy 6. Propane Nightmares - Pendulum 7. Lightning Bolt - Jake Bugg 8. Stitches - Shawn Mendes 9. Closer To The Edge - 30 Seconds To Mars 10. By Your Side - Tom Brennan Forewarned C.P. Mandara writes dark, fantasy BDSM and erotic thrillers. Inside these pages there may be spankings, medical play, menages, love triangles, drugs, violence and more. Just as James Bond is not real, neither are Christina’s stories. In real life, you should practice safe sex and use RACK (Risk Aware Consensual Kink) principles. You should also use condoms! For now, buckle up and enjoy the insanely fucked up ride because… ADRIEN DUMORTIER IS BACK! * (swoon) * Blurb Adie Dear old dad has me cornered. Come back to work or die. That’s the deal. Normally, after he’s beaten the crap out of me, that works. It won’t this time, even with the threat of him hurting Mel. She’d rather die than see a soul hurt on her behalf, and on this one, I’m with her. Melinda I thought Lois was exaggerating with her tales of the Dumortier’s. She wasn’t. Geraud is every bit as terrifying as she’s described, and then some. We have bigger problems, though. Apparently, the man doesn’t want me around. He’s going to ship me off and sell me. Yeah, over my dead body - and it might just come to that. Quote Women desire six things: They want their husbands to be brave, wise, rich, generous, obedient to wife, and lively in bed. -- Geoffrey Chaucer Join Me? Come Join The Dark Side! There’s a choice of three FREE full-length novels to choose from and they need to be on your eReader! You will also be the first to enter C P Mandara’s competitions for signed books, swag and goodies! Just click HERE or on the picture below Chapter One Adie Did I drink ten bottles of vodka last night? It feels like it. Oh God. My head is on fire. Come to think of it, this bed is bloody hard, too. Searching around in the dark for my pillow, that’s when I realize that it isn’t the bed that’s hard, it’s the concrete floor I’m lying on. It’s also when I figure out I’m not in Kansas anymore. This is mostly because my hands and feet are tied. Yeah, I lied about the pillow bit. Oh fuck. How long have I been here? Where’s Mel? Is she okay? Shit, shit, shit. Now I have a dilemma on my hands. Do I call out and bring some attention to myself? If I know my father, I’m due a bloody good kicking, and as soon as he knows I’m awake, I’m going to get one. If I keep quiet, I can put it off a bit longer and enjoy the feeling of being able to breathe without pain. Hopefully, he’ll just give me a thorough once over. If he wants to string me up and thrash the living daylight out of me, I could be out of action for days. If that happens, Mel is fucked. Literally and figuratively, and all other ways in-between. I still can’t believe she shot me. I mean, she didn’t shoot me, but she would have if the gun was loaded. That woman must really hate me. I mean, yeah, I kidnapped and drugged her. The drug was slightly on the experimental side, but hey, we had lots of fantastic sex. That had to count for something, didn’t it? Apparently not. All my hard work was for nothing. She still hates me. Go figure. Mel is so bloody cold, she’d make an iceberg look hot. Okay, enough of that. What do I do now? I suppose I could lie here for another half an hour and enjoy the sensation of being relatively pain free for a bit longer, or I could make a move and try to rescue the ungrateful witch. Hmm. Surprisingly, I don’t have to think long upon the subject. “Go tell Geraud his favorite son is awake,” I yell, to whomever may be listening. There is always someone listening – even if they don’t reply. “Who says you’re his favorite son?” The words are grunted out from behind the door of my cell, and I almost laugh out loud. “I’m his only son. That makes me his favorite. Now go find him and tell him the fun and games can begin.” There’s a beat of silence, and then the squeal of metal as chair